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In one word, I'm probably most afraid right now. I have no place to stay when I go back to Trent, I don't even feel like going back to Trent, and nothing seems to make much sense anymore.
I really, really want to take the year off. Only two reasons have held me back: a) my parents, and b) the house. I was going to live with Kayla and Sarah, and that in itself means I've made a commitment, and one that I plan to keep.
Now we have no place to stay.
So what now? Go back early and try my luck? Can't afford to. Mom wants to bring D-Day forward to August before I leave, so that I can help take care of dad. I don't even know if D-Day exists in the first place.
Rock. Hard place. Me.
So apt.
I'm confused right now. I'm tired, on the verge of giving up, and I'm totally, completely confused. I don't want to leave dad. But Canada is home now. But "home" seems to be pretty figurative at the moment, since we really have no place to stay. I want to take the year off school, to find my love for books again. No chance of that happening.
Someone shoot me now.
Posted by Tiff at July 03, 2024 03:03 PMdon't worry. things will shape up. and that's comming from me :!
Posted by: Mica on July 4, 2024 03:39 PM